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SHMI SKYWALKER - THE LIVING FORCE

Absolutely devastating and infuriating updates from @myhanitizer - as the military has taken his father and brother hostage and has stripped them naked and is dragging them all through Gaza. This comes after the United States and Israel killed member after member of Hani's family. All of these things are atrocious war crimes.

@myhanitizer is a hero who has been committed to advocating and supporting the people of Gaza his entire life, and is a team member of @unrwausa. His family continues to suffer unjustly and it must stop.

Praying for his family who are martyrs from IOF airstrikes, his mama who stood over the rubble to protect her son's body from stray dogs, and his family members who have been abducted by the IOF, praying for their swift and safe return.

Praying for Hani.

i learned a while ago that the whole "most of the stars we see in the sky are actually already dead because they're so far away that we're seeing them as they were thousands of years ago" thing is a myth because stars live so long that it's unlikely many, if any, of them have burned out yet, but i'm still glad that myth exists because there's just something about the thought of the sky as a graveyard of stars that gets to me

I just wanted to share this article about Palestine's right to revolt and why it is important that we support it. It also has sources embedded in the text that debunk misinformation about them and Hamas. I implore everyone to read it and spread this information around.

Edit [12/25/23 3:19 PM GMT+]: I should also emphasize that the article is an opinion piece, so I also encourage you to also do further research to come to your own critical conclusions.

As a whole, the article still explores why Palestinians resist. As someone whose entire history was build on resisting against oppressors (I'm Filipino), I can understand and empathize where they are coming from. This is one way that I wish to express my solidarity.

𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 ;; nikolai lantsov

pairing ; Nikolai Lantsov x fem!Reader platonic / mentions ; tamar yul-bataar, tolya yul-bataar

outline —; Nikolai isn’t the only royal member in the Sturmhond Crew. 

WARNINGS —: none.

Word Count —; 621

A/N —; just wanted to write something again, i've been stuck in a writer's rut. NOT BOOK ACCURATE. THIS IS BASED ON THE SHOW; SHADOW AND BONE. so sorry if it's short, i'll expand on this later. for now, enjoy !!

“You’re whom?” 

His tired question echoes, voice bouncing across the room, making Nikolai slightly bite his inner cheek. He shook his head, blonde hair messily falling over the edge of his brows. You sat with your back against the headboard, the weight of your knees covering your chest. He carefully repeated his question; “Who are you?” 

You lay your cheek against your knee, a familiar smile broadly appearing across your face. A sleepy expression carried your next words, as though you weren’t thinking about what you were saying. “Secondborn Princess of Novyi Zem.” You replied with a yawn. 

Nikolai sat on the edge of the bed, the fabric of the tunic fit his body perfectly, and you forced yourself not to stare. Peaking your gaze towards your clothes. He scoffed, his hand extending to your face. His fingers found their way to your chin, forcing you to look at him. With amusement evident in his voice, he said; “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Your fingers curled around his wrist, pulling it away, the absence of his touch lingered across the skin of your chin. Rolling your eyes, your head fell back against the bed’s headboard. “Sure, of course, I would tell you, Prince Nikolai.” You teased, shaking your head, arms wrapping around your legs. “You didn’t think you were the only royal one on board, did you?” 

Nikolai plopped himself on the bed, with his palm on his forehead, scoffing. 

No wonder you were so enticing. So polite and kind. Your posture told your status, you held your head high, shoulders on-alert, hands crossed or over each other (because, who would hold your hands if it grew cold?). Your choices were impulsive, for sure, but that was only due to the fact that the luxury of choice isn’t a right to a Princess, especially a Secondborn. The attention is with the Firstborn, the first light, the first star, the responsible, the role model. 

How could Nikolai miss all those traits? The traits that made him love you deeply. In secret. With the doors locked, he would hold his aching heart, wishing that Sturmhond is his real name. 

Then again, you adopted an alias. One that felt so uneasy leaving his tongue. He felt the need to say your real name, if you so kindly give him the permission to. “What is your name?” Nikolai asked, peeking down on your tired figure. 

You left your spot and settled beside him, elbows touching. You said your name without looking at him, carrying the bitterness of your title alongside your identity. 

“Princess…” He started slowly, maybe sleepily. His whispery voice stopped, before he turned to face you. Your gaze was still fixed on the ceiling, ignoring the Prince’s tracing eyes over your profile. “No,” He stopped, then said your name. 

The weight of your responsibilities came tumbling down. And Saints didn’t matter to you anymore, the ongoing war of Ravka, destroying the Fold, Kirigan’s return… nothing mattered. Nothing. Your name never sounded so common, yet so rare. Your parents named you after a Queen, and as the saying goes, ‘Name her after a Queen and expect her to act like one.’ 

For a moment, you were so thankful that you were in a foreign land. One that didn’t recognize your name in its meaning. Thankful for your impulsive and rash decision that one midnight. The one night you fled, met Tamar and Tolya, and joined Sturmhond’s Crew. 

The one night that changed your view in a world so cruel. That, perhaps, a stranger’s name could belong to you. But he proved you wrong. Your name belongs to you. 

“Out there, Princess” Nikolai pointed to the walls, eyes closed. “In here, No titles,” Nikolai smiled. 

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Thank you for this beautifully written piece! They're so cute, I love the way you connected the both of them. IT'S SO ARHADFASD.

cal having dreams of reader before he actually meets them, like maybe right after order 66. he gets dreams of this person, handsome and beautiful and pretty in all their glory. FOR YEARS, sometimes it's sporadic, sometimes it's repetitive, sometimes it speaks to him comfortingly, knowingly. and once he finally meets them, he's like "????" then he understands why the force brought dreams of reader to him.

invisible string theory >_< ?? (ps. may your writer's block leave you soon!)

a/n: heyyyy, thanks for sending a request! i hope it pleases you, cause i totally enjoyed writing it! i took some 'liberties'? idk i just felt inspired.

coming back, part 1?

calkestisxfem!reader

summary: cal finds himself in love with a woman he keeps dreaming of, believing she's only a fragment of his imagination, until he meets her.

invisible string theory (def): the invisible string theory claims two people destined to be true loves have an invisible red cord binding them together, so that even if they are separated by time, distance, or obstacles they will find their way back to one another.

it had been a while since he hadn’t dreamt of her. a sweet and beautiful girl who almost grew up with him. as the years passed, cal only assumed he felt lonely as a teen after the fall of the order. closed on himself, he thought his brain found a way to make him happier.

at first, she appeared in his dreams, about his age. like a fallen angel, a guardian, coming to save him, she watched him from afar. then he saw her way more frequently, closer and closer. after the crew split up, when the ginger thought she vanished from his mind, she came back. days and nights this time. holding him at nights - sometimes, he swore she was real, he could feel her - and always in the back of his mind on days, murmuring sweet, comforting things on stressful missions.

he needed y/n more than ever now. and she wasn’t showing up. he missed her. funny, huh? that he had unconsciously created, straight from his imagination. he missed her soothing words and her smile.

little did he know that a young woman was experiencing the exact same thing. after losing a loved one when she was younger, she craved having someone to comfort, it somehow comforted her. and now, her person had disappeared from her mind, on days and nights. wasn’t here anymore. perhaps he didn’t need comfort anymore, meaning she didn’t need comfort anymore. 

but it was false. for both of them. they desperately needed comfort right now. 

and a few days later, she heard him, he heard her. whispering, “i’m coming back, i promise.” to her. whispering “i’m coming back, i promise.” to him. 

cal thought he was going crazy, she didn’t show up in his dreams that night, nor the other day, and night, nor the others after either. y/n thought she was going crazy, he didn’t show up in her dreams that night, nor the other day, and night, nor the others after either. 

“i’m telling you greez, i’m going to die crazy.” he admitted to the latero, drinking his blue milk. greez couldn’t help but chuckle, while bd-1 jumped from the redhead’s shoulder, wanting to explore a bit without its friend. moving across the room, and scanning random things as usual. what could the jedi say? just bd-1 being bd-1 after all! despite being a beautiful little droid, he was well, little. and when someone nearly tripped and got their feet caught in it, bd-1 beeped in annoyance. cal turned his head while talking to the owner of the saloon, to see what bd had found.

he had found her. the girl of his dreams. well, he wasn’t a hundred percent sure she was from his dreams, but she looked exactly like her. beautiful and angelic features. the same. 

“oh, sorry! i’m really sorry, little guy!” she gasped, apologizing sweetly. bd-1 immediately ran to cal. “i’m so so-” she walked to cal and soon stopped, eyes widening. 

“no, he’s not the most wanted jedi of this galaxy!” exclaimed the latero, thinking she was a bounty hunter, or something like that. the other customers looked at him strangely before returning to drinking or talking. the girl shook her head, her whole body slightly trembling. 

“y/n?” asked cal under his breath. 

“you know her?” greez asked absolutely discreetly. cal didn’t respond and got up from his seat. 

“you’re y/n.” y/n seemed to regain her composure a bit, and nodded. “you weren’t lying then.” 

“what do you mean?” her brows furrowed, while greez was looking at the two of them, turn by turn. he didn’t understand a thing, less did bd.

“the last time i saw you, you said something about coming back.” he explained, earning a weird look from her.

“no, you were the one who said it.” 

and now, not only greez and bd were lost, so did cal and y/n.

Annabeth seeing the outside world for the first time in 5 years 🥺

But at the same time. Heroes don’t deserve anything. (This is what keeps them up at night, the exhaustion hits their back, not baring to arch it any further. But it doesn’t reach their mind, and they stay up thinking if they made the right decision, if they are deserving of a person so normal, and far, far away from them–this is what keeps them up at night; loneliness, baring nostalgia of normalcy, where days are simple, pinching their skin of warm, real hands, and not the stinging pain of lifeless eyes staring back at them. This is what heroes think about at night, and there is a reason why they don’t last long).

— notes on MOORE-COVERED NARRATIVES (wip), about Yosuke.